Afraid.

Dear You,
      I am afraid of you. I am afraid of him. I am afraid of you because of him. He took my broken heart and mended it, and for a second it felt great, and then that second was gone. He broke it worse than before he mended it. Leaving me with little pieces and little trust. And so to my best friend I lean.  But not for long. For he took the little pieces and burned what was left. And so here I am alone. I turned it off. I can't love, I can't care, and I can't cry. Alone and numb. There is nothing left of the girl I used to be. Just loneliness. So don't be mad that I am afraid of you. It is his fault. I am afraid.